Otępiałe mózgi,
wypaczone myśli.
Błędne koło napędzane
każdym wschodem słońca.
Chora rzeczywistość,
bez kontaktu z chwilą.
Klęczą przed swym bożkiem,
Z kolan wstać nie mogą.
Żyjesz w bezkresie własnego oceanu
Toniesz w nim jednak nie znajdując lądu.
Chaos - porządek, okruchy silnej woli
Nałóg twym bogiem, znasz koniec tej historii?
Numb brains,
Warped thoughts,
Vicious circle driven by
Every sunrise
Sick reality
Without time connection
Kneeling before their god
They can't get off their knees
You live in the infinity of your own ocean
Still you drown not finding land
Chaos - order, remnants of willpower
Addiction is your god, do you know the end of this story?
supported by 4 fans who also own “Fiksacja // Fixation”
Good times to be alive when there’s so fucking much great music around.
Golden Age we are in now the digital sample rates has improved greatly and over taken anything analog 44.1 ever made.
Clarity nowadays has opened the stereo field significantly just crisp cleanly placed instrument chords and drum kits are now the standard.
Fucking Beautiful times to be alive. ♥️🤙🏻
Tell Ya Fucking Story Walking…
supported by 4 fans who also own “Fiksacja // Fixation”
Heaviest thing I’ve heard all year along with Altarage. Okay I’ve been listening to this record for the past two weeks and it just gets better and better. Dissonant grooves galore Jacob Ballance